Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Courting on Foot

O my prince!  How colourful

the jungle sounds that

rush down the mountain stream

and silence your croak



How intimate your purple

seduction; your nameless

silence, your wishful hope



But you can dance! You can dance!

Your elegant foot-flagging calls

my name every time it hits the ground



In the water mirror I see my universe

My prince, I hear your twelve-verse

song and submit to you in a life-long duet.


BIO:  Martha Landman writes in North Queensland, Australia, where nature and the news are the muse. Her work has appeared in various journals.

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